The Secret Life of Bees: The Cupcake Edition

Just as Mrs. Bee mentioned, my "secret life" is nowhere near as juicy as Mrs. Penguin's, so I'm going to follow the queen Bee's lead and enlighten you with a handful of tidbits that you probably don't know about me.... "Everything You Never Wanted to Know About Mrs. Cupcake," if you will ;-)

Everything You Never Wanted to Know About Mrs. Cupcake, #1:
In college, my life revolved around my theatre group. Don't get me wrong — I worked my butt off in my graphic design major and spent more hours in the design studio than in my own house — but being a part of a 100% student run theatre group where I met some of my greatest friends provided me with the most wonderful memories from my four years at the University of Delaware (go Blue Hens!). I am not a very good singer, but I took dance lessons from age 3-18, and somehow I always faked my way through the singing part of musical auditions (and redeemed myself with my dance skills) enough to land roles. Most of the time I was in the ensemble, but that was all I wanted. Being on the stage was always the most amazing feeling for me, and the friendships I came away with were the icing on top. In my senior year at UD I was given the opportunity to co-choreograph a production of "Cabaret." It was one of the most difficult, challenging, humbling and sometimes frustrating experiences of my life, but it was also one of the greatest. My performing days are pretty much over since it's not something I was good enough at to pursue as a career, but I am still a sucker for showtunes (my faves are Chicago, Wicked, and Millie) and I still tear up a little bit with admiration anytime I am in the presence of amazing talent on stage.

Five of my closest friends from my college theatre group attended our wedding... can't you just feel the love and warm fuzzies???

Everything You Never Wanted to Know About Mrs. Cupcake, #2:
Going along with the theme of the dancer deep down inside of this Cupcake, on occasion I do something that drives Mr. Cupcake absolutely insane — I dance in the car. Don't worry, I'm never the driver... but when Mr. Cupcake is driving and a particularly dance-worthy song comes on the radio, I dance like a crazy woman in the passenger seat. I LOVE to embarrass Mr. Cupcake and look like a maniac to people in passing cars. I do the robot, the Cabbage Patch — you name it, I'll dance it. One time, we were driving to the King of Prussia mall (about 25 minutes from where we live) and I started dancing a few minutes into our trip. Mr. Cupcake told me that if I danced the whole way to the mall, he would buy me ice cream when we got there. I love a challenge, so I danced my little heart out for quite a few songs.... until I decided that I didn't really want ice cream anyway, so I threw in the towel. But still, if you've ever danced in a car for 10 minutes, you should know that it seems like a LOT longer ;-)

Everything You Never Wanted to Know About Mrs. Cupcake, #3:
I am terrified of having my eyebrows waxed. I did it once before my best friend's wedding, and I was red for days — luckily the redness went away the day before her wedding (in which I was the maid of honor), but I was still traumatized. However, if I don't do something about these suckers I'd have the unibrow of the century, so I pluck and shape my own eyebrows. And honestly, if I go more than two days without plucking, the unibrow starts to appear (I am not exaggerating — I am Italian, people), so I pluck a little bit every day. Tweezers are my friend, and I have learned not to overpluck (unlike my high school days, when I often got a little overzealous with the tweezers and ended up with two big caterpillars above my eyes that were a bit too far apart from each other). And I get really excited when people compliment me on my eyebrows, which I think is a very strange thing to compliment someone on, but it's happened more than once, and I'll take what I can get.

Everything You Never Wanted to Know About Mrs. Cupcake, #4:
The first concert I ever went to was Debbie Gibson. I was ten years old and she was my idol. My mom took me to the concert — I remember I wore a teal (yes, teal!), oversized cotton t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and tucked into denim cut-off shorts with pink slouchy socks, LA Gear sneakers and my hair in a side ponytail. I sang along to every. single. word. I was on a cloud for weeks after the concert. If anyone ever contested that Tiffany was better than Debbie Gibson, I fought back that Tiffany didn't write her own songs — Debbie did. I was a member of the DGIF (Debbie Gibson International Fanclub) and I owned several bottles of Electric Youth perfume (I still have one... and it still smells exactly the same as I remember! Don't worry, I don't wear it anymore... but do you believe you can still buy the stuff???). My mix tapes of that era consisted mostly of Debbie songs, just rearranged in a different order from what was on her tapes. I was even Debbie Gibson for Halloween one year (complete with the black hat, vest and Electric Youth flag). The aforementioned unibrow looked spectacular paired with my blonde wig. If only I knew where a photo was to show you.... Will this make up for it?



She wishes to be called "Deborah" now, but she'll always be Debbie to me.

I think I'll end it there... I mean really, what could top Debbie???? :-)

Does anyone else out there share my love of the theatre, affinity for dancing in the car like a maniac, fear of eyebrow waxing, or idolization of Debbie Gibson?